Determined for a pointless messed up note
I take the metro to the workplace, and outside many metro terminals, I can see wanderers.
They approach numerous tourists, looking for alms, and follow them till the travellers have actually gone into the terminal facilities, at times, following them to the point where the escalator is.
These individuals normally stay on the roadside under broken-down plastic cabins, with utensils existing around the cabins. There’s no cooking area, restroom or a specified space for various activities.
One can see grime accreting on their face, lower arms, fingers, and I think it was because they really did not have accessibility to tidy water to wash themselves (discuss essential rights).
Young boy outside the metro terminal
A couple of months ago, I was heading to the office, bathed and clothed officially, and I had secured my wallet to pay the autorickshaw vehicle driver.
I handed a messed up 10 Rupee note, may have had a little slit on the top, to the motorist, and he promptly contradicted it.
I was looking for the coins in my budget, which took me a while, when out of nowhere, a kid grasped my lower arm, requesting for that 10 Rupee note, which I assumed was worthless.